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Hello, Adstringendum. I trust you are well.

I've regret to inform the lot of you that we got... [He pauses as if trying to find the right words, taking a rather rude look back at Undertaker behind him] ... carried away in our apple harvest yesterday. While I've stored as much as I can and preserved the rest of them the best I can, I appear to have far too many. For your tempted taste buds I've instead made a collection of pastries, delicacies and drinks. All I ask is that you enjoy them all to your heart's content.

[He moves off camera and shows a long table behind him with all sorts of apple upon it. Caramel apples, apple pie, apple fritters, apple cinnamon coffee cake, apple juice, apple cider, and many more. Most would sense this sort of thing as a trap as the demon does not give away free food often. Only with a couple of things did he bother to use some of the rare ingredients he had, but otherwise it's mostly just apple. It's more along the lines of the new people he has yet to influence arriving just recently.] Mm, so do make an effort to stop by for something . I won't bite.

As usual, I always take donations of any kind for trade. Personal invitations extend to Miss Rhode, Mister Alphonse, Mister Negi, Miss Juliet, and Madame Kitty.

[The PCD drops against the ground, craddling sideways before teetering. By the scene that flickers on, it's obvious the device is not in the city, but in the Wastes. By the flat heeled shoes worn by a certain Victorian butler it's clear the PCD has not been brought there by an animal or abandoned. Those feet leave the ground with a slight flutter of clothing and coat tails before disappearing again.

A falling hat replaces the current view, one several may recognize as belonging to the local victorian mortician. It spins a little from the way it is dropped until it settles, the long tail from the top drifting down around it. A familiar cackle echos from the direction the butler was heading.

Sebastian comes into view the moment he is far enough away from his PCD to view his entire profile. The butler's hands flex, bringing those nearly harmless knives to his hands. They are dislodged the minute he shoots his arms out, hands releasing the knives towards Undertaker. He's had enough of his poking fun having endured the teasing for more than a week now. If anything, he just wants the laughter to stop.

That laughter doesn't stop, cackles becoming more like giggles, as Undertaker moves better into view. The spade of his shovel grazes the ground before being brought up to deflect those thrown knives-- one slipping past him and embedding into the tail of his hat-- as he stands his ground before the demon butler.] Tem~per, Tem~per, Mister Butler.

[Sebastian's eyes narrow slightly at his mocking. He raises his fingers once more with a fresh set of knives and throws them at him. Again, the shovel deflects the thrown knives, one of them pinging off the metal and towards the PCD, hitting it. The image begins to flicker just as the butler leaps into the air, bringing his leg down to splinter the problematic shovel.

Just as the view starts to flicker more rapidly, it catches one final glimpse of the pair of fighters and Sebastian's leg being blocked by something long, white and etched with markings nestled firmly in the Undertaker's hands.]

[ooc: Replies will be one hour after this post to allow them to fight]

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